Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire) Part 2: Full Submission

By B.B. Roman

Marisa's haunted by her first real encounter with billionaire Roland Starland, an encounter so passionate that it threatened to turn her world upside down. The only problem is, he's just getting started. For Marisa, the assignment continues to grow more and more taxing; every time she digs into Roland's controversial past, he takes her further into her own mind, uncovering secret desires and revealing his sexy plans for her.

Marisa is not sure how to proceed. If she fully submits, she's lost control, a mistake that could compromise her career. But with a powerful billionaire like Roland, can she ever truly be in control? Some risks are just worth taking.

This is the second book in the series "Interviewing the Billionaire" by one of the hottest new voices in erotica, B.B. Roman! This story is 10000 words long and contains adult content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: B.B. Roman
• Release date: Aug 19, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476007151

B.B. Roman

B.B. Roman is devoted to sexual worlds. Aiming to please both male and female readers, Roman writes to appeal to the full imagination, inside and outside of the realm of erotica. There are no limits in Roman's worlds, and readers are sucked in with no possible escape. No stone is left unturned as Roman approaches realms of the bizarre and beautiful, combining it all into something digestible and real. Specks of humor season the stories, completing the grand emotional palette. Steamy, sensational, superb. B.B. Roman writes from a remote cabin in upstate New York, allowing the seclusion to feed into the works. When not writing, Roman enjoys composing music for films and attempting to make the best cup of coffee possible.

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Learning to Trust

(Interviewing the Billionaire)

Part 2: Full Submission

Copyright 2012 B.B. Roman

Published by Bizotica at Smashwords

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains many sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your eBooks where they cannot and will not be accessed by minors.

My head throbbed when I woke the next morning, my temples feeling like they were two sizes too small for my head and wound as tightly around my brain as possible. I groaned and rolled over in bed, checking the clock on my cell phone: It was 11:45am.

Shit, I said out loud. I never slept that late—but I hadn't set an alarm. Why did I have such a headache? I guess the excess sleep had literally gone to my head. I needed to check in with my boss, but I wasn't ready to do that yet. I needed to eat and have some coffee before I could function around other humans. I took some ibuprofen and planted my head back on the pillow.

I had come home the previous night, entirely flustered, heart still burning with desire. Roland had toyed with me in a way that I had no experience with, made love to me in a way that was as foreign as Latin. I simply couldn't understand it at all, instead just feeling it, allowing it to flush my skin and my mind with its truth. The whole ride home I had fought with myself, my urges telling me to turn around, my common sense telling me to just go home. God, I wanted so much more—but he had given me specific instructions and I had no right to violate them, as much as I wanted to. I think that want was a big part of his game, a big part of his overall strategy, but what did I know? Why did I try to understand what was going on in his brain? He was a mastermind, I was not. Could I really ever grasp what went on in his head? Was it really worth it to try?

I finally crawled out of bed and got some coffee from the lobby; I sat in my room sipping it with desperate need, allowing the caffeine to trickle into my brain, the drug acting as a painkiller as well. I was only a few sips in and already